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A new neighborhood was beng developed. There was nothing there so far exept smooth white cement for miles and miles around.  Houses where being built, perfectly shaped, cubes, each overlapping one another, into a smooth  shape. Unpainted, white, cement houses, ontop of the plain white cement ground. Roof tops, pointed up into the coludy sky. Each one, three feet tall. Nothing was different, all was the same. No shingles, no patterns. Nothing. Plain white slate roof tops. Sad porches, of cold white cement, each built with precision. Not an airbubble formed as the cement poured. All plain and white. A boring neighborhood, waiting to be saved by a rich, mixed  population of different people. But will the day ever come?